
hand-in-hand,
we traipse this land,
passing by trees, and foliage
as we glide,
together, one step
in front of the other…
we hold
within our hearts
a special place
for our mother, and
look up
with adoration,
a sense of satisfaction,
and the most gentle elation
as the light
cascades softly
off the trees,
through the glade,
and in front of me, and
I see,
and feel free…
as the warmth
caresses my being
in its entirety, I say
a silent prayer, and
give thanks
on this day,
for this moment
of time alone with my mother
oh, how deeply I love her…
In response to the WDYS #100 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; James Wheeler @ Unsplash